Monday into Tuesday, etc.

I was napping hard yesterday afternoon when Dax jumped into my bed, which is an athletic feat for him because my mattress is so tall -- hard woke me in the middle of a dream cycle.  OK ... I was supposed to help T with the basement before dinner anyway ... so I got up and that's what we did.  We're not finished yet, but we made significant progress and T felt grateful for the help.  If we keep chipping away at it every weekend we'll be finished soon.  And the bonus of having a basement gym now, complete with video and sound system!

Then we had pizza delivered and split one of those half-bottles of wine while watching an episode of TV, but afterward T wanted to return to his video game.  He's been spending hours upon hours playing his video game while I've been here since Sunday morning.

So, I looked for something to watch by myself on my laptop until bedtime -- I'd already read an entire book earlier in the day, was tired of reading.  I picked a Spanish high school drama on Netflix: Elite.  It felt smart and sexy, a soap opera with high production values and increasingly layered plot complexities.  I was hooked.  Of course, as is typical, these "16-year olds" are played by actors in their mid-20s, all of them sporting model-quality bodies.  Not even a token overweight or even unfashionable character.

The show is thoroughly modern, with leading racial/religious minority characters; gay, lesbian, & bisexual characters; a poly triad; class conflict; corruption; frank drug use; an HIV+ character; pregnancy & abortion; did I leave anything out?  No time travel, heh.

I was so hooked I stayed up until 2am watching the first six episodes, I had to force myself to stop or I would've stayed up another two hours finishing the first season.  It's not a spoiler to say this season revolves around a murder mystery, and it sure does pile on layers of suspects as the episodes fall on top of another.  At this point I figure EVERYBODY killed her ala Murder on the Orient Express, heh.

Sometimes I love love love a show until the ending; ending a story is hazardous.  I love love love first season Picard, but I think the finale is crap.  I don't always finish reading or watching a story, as you may recall, especially if I like it a lot, because I don't want it to end.  I remember as a kid feeling so sad when I finished reading LOTR, not because the ending was sad, but because it ended.  I've even written to my favorite author buddy on Twitter that I wish he'd write more sequels, heh.  I asked him point blank how he can write so lovingly about characters and their relationships and then END THE STORY.  His response was simple and unemotional -- he's ready to move on to the next project.  I find that I love my characters too much.  I'm certain I will return to write more about the characters I've written about in my LJ.  When I finally kill one of them, it will feel like losing a friend.

Anyway, I do not yet know how the first season of Elite ends, but I've enjoyed the journey so far.  I will finish it later today.

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I think I'm going to take Dax on a hike, then give him a bath, then catch up on any chores around the house -- although T did a big batch of them this morning while I was still in bed.  Then, as things look quiet in the area around the condo downtown, I think I'm going to the condo for some Time to Self.  Then back to the house by Noon so I can watch the Inauguration with T with a bottle of champagne.  Then back to work on Thursday

which corporations gave the most to the Coup Republicans?

AT&T
Koch Industries
Comcast
Lockheed Martin
Honeywell International
UPS
Northrop Grumman
Home Depot
Boeing

Each gave at least $1.5 million over the past six years to the 147 Republicans who voted for the Coup.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/business/2021/01/19/gop-corporate-pac-funding/

which corporations gave the most to the Coup Republicans?

AT&T
Koch Industries
Comcast
Lockheed Martin
Honeywell International
UPS
Northrop Grumman
Home Depot
Boeing

Each gave at least $1.5 million over the past six years to the 147 Republicans who voted for the Coup.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/business/2021/01/19/gop-corporate-pac-funding/

Options

(1)  No rules, lock up when I want, cum when I want.

(2)  Figure out a "Throw Away the Keys" option that actually works.  The FMJ option probably works, but it would take time to receive it and confirm.

(3)  Go back to the Oracle of the Cum Deck, until After the Vaccine.

(4)  Stay locked up without any orgasms at all (except perhaps the mythical prostate orgasm), until After the Vaccine, but hold onto the keys in case of emergency or stress meltdown.

(5)  ???

With $$$ monetary penalties if I break a rule.

Right now, I have no rules, although implicitly I'm locked up until I figure out the new rules.  Yeah, I'm locked up and not having any orgasms until I figure this out, so Option (1) is off the table.

This Leopard is fine for long-term wear, I've worn it before.  It is comfortable, secure, ventilated.  I happen to hate how it looks, LOL.  I've always wanted to replace it with the FMJ.  But Sir Ben preferred the Ghost, that's the one I was wearing for him.  I love how the Black Box 2.0 looks, but it isn't secure or ventilated for long-term wear, and now I know the lock is cheap and will corrode.

The one thing I will not do is take on a Virtual Keyholder during Quarantine -- I already had one in Sir Ben and I threw that relationship overboard because I found it too stressful along with everything else about Quarantine.  Remember when I felt like everything was impossible and I was a failure at everything?  And then my Boss double downvoted me, so I wasn't exactly wrong, although maybe I was overreacting.  Anyway, I'm not doing a Virtual Keyholder.  I'm setting my own rule, or not, until After the Vaccine.

I'll probably get the FMJ with an extra ring on my next credit card cycle, which will be soon, so I'll probably have that next month, and then I can decide whether to Throw Away the Keys or just keep them around in case of emergency.

Although, looking at the Leopard, I think if I throw away the keys it's not just a matter of replacing the ring, I think I'd have to replace the whole damn thing.  And that's expensive.  Ugh.  The great thing about throwing away the keys to the Black Box is that it only costs $20.

It was a wonderful fantasy, that only lasted one night, LOL, but ...

The Vaccine is coming.

Why don't I just stay locked and focus on trying to have a prostate orgasm for now.

OK, Option (4).  And I can still order the FMJ, but forget about making sure it is destructible and throwing away the keys.  I can order one and then swap into it when it arrives.  I'll need to swap back to a non-metal cage later this year anyway.  I might want that cage to be the FMJ.  And then in the future I'll get new key holders, maybe one of them will be Sir Ben again.  Maybe one will be Sir Zero again.  Maybe one will be somebody new.  I do like the idea of I stay locked unless a guy I'm having sex with gives me permission to unlock, which makes every man a key holder, and puts me on the honor system.

OK, I've figured it out.

the Elite buildup is impressive

One more episode to go, and now I think just about everybody is going to kill everybody, wow.  At least the gay guys still like each other, although even their relationship may go the way of Romeo and Juliet before this is over.  So tense!

Now comes the finale, don't fuck it up writers.  Giving this first season an A so far, if they can pull of a good finale I'll give it an A+.

One of the things I like most about this show is that even the good people have to lie.  And then it's the truth that blows everything to hell.

A+

First Season of Elite is A+

if you can move beyond having 25-year-olds play 16-year-olds and having everybody look like models, heh,

although I might be biased because the gay guys keep me crying, they win :-)

Singing to Dax in the Shower is ...

Remember when I was staring at the DAW thinking how the hell do I write music and lyrics, where the fuck does that come from, feeling the blank, instead of feeling the feelings, but then when I'm in the shower giving Dax a bath I sing to him.  I sing to Dax all the time.  I deconstruct musicals I've watched with T and turn them into Dax Musicals.  I rewrite famous pop/rock songs to make them about Dax.

And one of my favorite albums of all time is an album a fella wrote about the death of his cat.  Seriously.

Sing like nobody's listening.

One Night in Miami

I didn't think it was out yet, but it is, Regina King's first film as director, and it will punch your jaw,

on Amazon Prime at the moment,

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Night_in_Miami_(film)

Everything I've seen that she has touched has been wonderful.  She interrogates herself, while correctly impugning the rest of us.  Delivering all the ways in which we suck.

if you think I've said this before

I bet you're right,

it's the OCD spiral,

I'm actually not anxious about the last hours of the Trump years?

and I took off the Leopard, because I can't cum anyway, too intoxicated,

watching EastSiders again, which is my favorite way to end an evening,

I can only watch people touch each other on the screens, I cannot touch anybody myself, but I can touch myself, ugh, Quarantine,

it's a Time-Honored Tradition, touching myself,

but I'm not gonna cum,

this is why I want to throw away the keys, because, left to my own devices, I probably would,

you'll never have a bored day,